Shadows danced amid softly glowing orbs of light, ancient tos lined the walls, and bound subjects lay upon a rune-inscribed table adorned with magical markings.
Glass vials of shimring potions cluttered the space, while strange apparatuses humd with arcane energy.
The air was heavy with incense and the tallic tang of unknown forces, as incantations and rituals filled the laboratory with an eerie atmosphere.
"Subject 11187. Day 30, procedure successful. First heart grafted and the exact dark spell chanted. Subject has begun to show positive reactions."
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"Subject 11187. Day 240, the 6th heart grafted sixth spell chanted. Subject's cells showing signs of rejection. Cells deteriorating and decomposing, Magic Cortex… destroyed."
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"Test subject 11187. Day 3691. Subject almost completely decomposed. Cremation process in place. The incantations only seem to slow down decomposition process."
For what seem to be eternity, those were the words which rang out through a young man's ears.
Unconsciously, he gasped deep for breath, air passing through his lungs like cover puffs.
"Suuuu!"
"Cough!" "Cough!!" "Cough!!!"
Tron coughed heavily, sticky liquid escaping his throat as he desperately tried to cough everything out, including his lungs.
His aquarius eyes managing to flicked open despite the heaviness as he tried to make sense of the situation.
In the next second, a couple of text appeared within his line of sight.
[Na: Tronyc Mahoraga]
[Strength: 0.4]
[Physique: 0.6]
[Reflex: 0.2]
[Mage Cortex:??]
Suddenly, bright crimson rays of light, emitting intense heat sipped through the gaps of Tron's eyelids.
This made him squint and a whimper escaped his lips as a sudden headache struck like lightning from depth of his skull to every corner of his brain.
Within a few seconds, his eyes finally got used to the bright light and he could now see.
"He—help"
Tron whimpered loudly in fear. Terrified, his hands and legs scampered rapidly as he hurriedly crawled backwards.
"Bam!"
His back and head slamd into the tal wall of the container he was in, intense pain surging through his head and back. There was no where to run.
An horrified expression appeared on his face as he looked above him, absolutely terrified!
The rays of light reflected his battered naked body with large beads of sweat dripping off his forehead, all the way down his skin which was riddled with various stitches, burns and nurous cut lines. It was as though he was corpse that had been experinted on and had an autopsy done on him in fact.
However, that wasn't the most horrifying thing. Above Tron, a truly horrific ball of condescend flas the size of a basket ball hung in the air, half a ter above Tron, releasing frightening amounts of heat that distorted the air around it, frying the very atom that made up oxygen in the air.
Above this fla was a gloved hand which lingered an inch from the flas as though they were a magician who had conjured this fla.
The owner of this gloaved hand seed to be a man. However, as he was putting on a robe covering his entire face and figure, neither their nor their face could be determined.
"You live still?"
The voice was thick and husky like they hadn't spoken in years. While not shocked, he sounded slightly surprised.
The figure closed their fingers and Tron watched as the flas started to condensed together, getting smaller and smaller until it was only the size of a bright reddish bead.
In that instant, Tron could have sworn he saw the flas seemingly transform into sothing like a schematic diagram, disassembling to then form sothing of an orange mist which was then sucked and absorbed into the figure's gloved hand.
Withdrawing their arm, the figure flicked their robe and imdiately turned to leave.
Before the figure could leave through the door, the whimpering boy spoke up.
"Y-you promised."
The hooded figure paused at the entrance of the door, an imasurably psionic undulation suddenly emanated from the figure but then, they turned around, slamming the door as they left.
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